Smug Bastard

Chapter 15

The sun had long since been down, but the heat still throbbed off the cobble streets, the thick air whispering down my neck, circling me like a seductress. I had only been here a day, but I had already fallen in love with it.

The day of being alone with Smith had gone better than I thought. I had focused on the sights, my resentment at him fading slightly.

Until my sister called. “Why aren’t you here yet?” she huffed over the phone.

“Kase, you know I’m not getting there till Tuesday.” The wedding fell on the Saturday after I arrived, rehearsal dinner on Friday. My Wednesday and Thursday were already taken up with bridesmaid duties. I really did like Amie; she was like another sister now. But I kind of wished she left me out of the party. She had so many friends who would kill for my spot, but out of obligation, she asked me. Her bridal party was crazy, something like ten girls. A party of ex-cheerleaders, prom queens, and school presidents who all went to school together. I again felt like the girl photoshopped in who didn’t really belong. Would they even miss me?

“You better be ready the moment you arrive. There is still so much to do. Amie’s order from my flower shop is killing me. I need you here, Kins.”

“Tuesday. All yours.” I pushed the cell to my ear with my shoulder, strapping on my nicer sandals. Smith had said dress a little nicer. I didn’t have much, but thought my backless cotton dress worked well. Casual, but still had the back that made it a bit sexier.

I didn’t care if Smith liked it, but who knew what cute guys would be at the bar tonight. This place was full of opportunities and bad decisions.

“Soooo?” Kasey’s tone told me exactly where this conversation had turned to. “How’s my future husband?”

“You know how psychotic you sound, right? You haven’t seen him in nine years.”

“Doesn’t matter. I feel I could see him in twenty, and we’d still have that thing. Just the few times we’ve communicated, I could feel the chemistry sizzling still. I’m telling you, Kins, he is the one.”

“You can feel the chemistry through a text, really?” I replied dryly.

“Oh, we’ve also talked on the phone.”

“What?” My body bolted upright, my hand grabbing my cell.

“Oh my god, is his voice sexy. Reminds me of an actor… can’t recall the name. But so deep and sexy. He got me wet with just a few words.”

“You talked to him?” Smith said she texted him, not called. Was he secretly playing with us both?

He’s not playing with you. He flat out turned you down. Yeah, after his fingers had been inside you.

He hadn’t even kissed me. Because that was personal. I was only a warm body, and he was drunk and horny.

Anger and humiliation colored my cheeks at the idea he was flirting and going after my sister while fooling around with me. And didn’t he still have a girlfriend? And let’s not forget, Angie would be screwing him right now if it weren’t for me.

A loud bang hit my door, jolting my attention to it. “Kase, I have to go.”

“Is that Smith? Let me talk to him. Shit, I am so ready for you guys to be here. I need to put my hands on that man again. Maybe we can have sex in a truck for old times’ sake.”

“What?” Ice poured down my throat, filling my stomach with acid.

“Yeah. Right before graduation. We went at it in his truck… It was so wild and intense.” She sighed. “I still fantasize about that night. Best sex of my life.”

Words clogged my esophagus, my chest twisting. I had always wondered, but there was a difference between speculating and knowing. Truth punched my gut, bending me over.

“I’ve got to go.”

“Wait—”

“Bye.” I hung up, grappling for air. I rolled my fingers until my knuckles turned white.

It doesn’t matter who he fucked—past, present, or future. You don’t care. There is nothing between you. Taking a few breaths, I rolled back my shoulders and answered the door.

Now as we strolled down the dark lamplit streets, our violent moods mirrored each other.

“This way.” His hand touched my lower back, but he yanked back like my skin had burned him. Clearing his throat, he nodded at a place down the street, the lane bustling with people and laughter.

Jazz poured from the building out onto the streets, beckoning you to come in. The rich smells of spices and scrumptious food from restaurants and street vendors hung in the air, alluring you closer. New Orleans was made for the sins of the dark. The air tingled at my skin, brushing and blowing sinful ideas into my ear.

“Though the tourists have found this place, it’s still one of the best.” Smith motioned to the sign. The Spotted Cat Music Club, with a silhouette of a cat playing the saxophone hanging over the walkway. The yellow, Creole-style townhouse with green trim and shutters drew in a large crowd on this hot June night.

The live music instantly crawled into my body, spilling into my bloodstream like a drug, making my body feel alive. Not fighting it, I started to wiggle to the amazing sounds of the bass and sax. The sensual sounds throbbed my body, forcing a hint of a grin on my face as we slipped through the throng of people to the bar.

The man’s voice was soulful, eerie, and sexy, which left an ache in your heart as well as between your legs.

“What do you want?” Smith leaned down so I could hear him over the loud atmosphere; his mouth brushed my ear, desire shivering down my limbs.

“Beer?” I shrugged a shoulder, hating he could cause that reaction from me.

He slept with my sister. Didn’t matter. It was years ago and only added to the list of reasons why he and I shouldn’t even touch the line, let alone cross it.

“Think you and I need something stronger than that.” His body was tense, a scowl still on his face. “Trust me?”

“Not really.”

He snorted. Ignoring me, he got up to the bar, giving the guy our order. The guy nodded, pulling out different liquors before handing the two drinks to Smith. Slapping down cash, he clutched the drinks, turning to me.

“Here.” He handed me one, taking the one that looked like bourbon.

“What’s this?”

“It’s called a Catnip,” he replied. “Try it.”

He held up his glass to mine. “Fuck the world.”

“Cheers to that.” I tipped back my cocktail, the drink sliding down my throat like milk. Rich, deep with earthy tones, it instantly calmed me.

“What is in this?”

“Catnip.”

“What?” I blinked at him. “Funny.”

“Not kidding.” He chuckled darkly. “It actually relaxes humans. And the absinthe and brandy make you feel even better.”

I peered at it for a moment before shrugging and downing more. Sick of being fearful and safe, I could sense a fire flaming inside me, ready to burn with life. I mean, even my “by the numbers” sister let go and had “wild” sex with Smith in his truck.

Why was I staying in the lines?

The thought of them together sprouted rage and jealousy in my gut like poisonous weeds, making me down the rest of the drink.

In a moment, Smith had another cocktail in my hand, the music sizzling through me. I felt the girl hiding in the shadows slinking to the front.

This place put two devils on your shoulder, whispering in your ear to let go. You could sense a reckless energy in the air, and by the looks of other couples in here, I wasn’t the only one feeling it. The soulful sound of the band cascaded on the room, putting a spell on us.

This city was magical. It was hard to explain. But New Orleans was a city like no other I had ever been in. I was a logical person, but this place was wrapped in sorcery, invoking the superstition, mystery, and dark sexual energy. It felt like the music was enchanting the crowd and putting a glamour on this area of the world and me while the night was evoking the beasts from the dark, full of wickedness.

“Come on.” Smith reached for my hand after an hour. “Let’s move to the next.”

Warm and buzzing, my fingers skated into his. His warm huge mitt curled around mine as he tugged me out into the night, escaping the packed heat of the bar. Cooler air skimmed up my legs and slithered down my bare back, touching the drips of sweat as we strolled down the street. His hand never let go of mine, and he tugged me nearer as a car drove close to us on the narrow lane.

“Oh, perfect.” He darted to a food truck parked down a lane, the alley strung with lights and more food trucks. “Ever had a po’boy?”

“No. Have no clue what it is.”

His eyebrows wiggled. “They are amazing. Especially when you’ve been drinking. Like a fried orgasm in your mouth.”

I sucked in. This guy should never utter the word orgasm. It was just cruel.

The cook behind the counter handed us two mixed drinks and a sandwich filled with fried crawfish, lettuce, and tomato, sitting on crusty soft French bread. Smith watched as I tried to get the huge baguette into my mouth, the warm breaded crawfish melting on my tongue.

“Oh god, that’s good.” I guzzled down the strong drink to get it all down, my head swimming with more clouds.

He grinned, inhaling half of his in a bite. “Good soaker too.”

But the alcohol was too far in my blood, the devil on my shoulder too loud, no longer whispering but demanding. And I was its bitch.

I did a good job eating, but Smith devoured the last few bits of mine, brushing himself off.

“You saving that for later?” He chuckled, stepping up to me, his hand automatically reaching for my face, his thumb gliding over the crumbs on my bottom lip.

As if lightning struck down my throat, air cracked in my lungs at his touch, both of us going still.

I expected him to pull away.

He didn’t.

His eyes dipped to my lips, his finger slowly sliding back again, heating my body like a furnace. His throat bobbed as he pushed his thumb harder against my lip.

Do it,my devil taunted in my ear, pulling the strings like a puppet.

My tongue slipped through my teeth, wrapping around his thumb, my lips pulling it into my mouth, sucking.

Sharp and loud, his breath heaved through his body, his jaw gritting together, his lids closing briefly.

Then in a blink he withdrew, taking several steps back, not looking at me.

“Ready for the next bar?”

The rejection hit fast and hard, piercing my chest. Not really waiting for my answer, he strode back out to the street and across to another packed place with jazz spilling from it like a gushing river. He went straight for the bar as I took in the crowded room. This one had a bigger stage, people twisting and shaking their bodies to the erotic sound, flooding the bar like an aphrodisiac.

I took in the way he leaned on the bar, ordering us drinks, his phenomenal ass curved in his jeans, muscles straining against his shirt. Women were all around, moving closer, leaning into him, wanting to be near him. Desiring him. Craving him. Desperate for him.

And I was no different.

Instead of being disgusted by the women wanting his attention, I realized I understood them.

I kicked and screamed at the feelings I’d been developing like a child, acting like the feelings were immature and beneath me, when in reality, I was keeping myself in a playpen—locked up and lifeless like a doll. A kid pretending to be an adult, without doing one thing out of my comfort zone.

Living in the shadow of the twins had become comfortable to me. Safe. It was easier to stay in the background, claiming I was the black sheep.

My head was already floating, taking the night off, as I realized logic should have no part of this. The incident just a moment ago stirred me with fervor. As if I were finally waking up, life pulsated against my throat, sliding down my vertebrae to my thighs, desiring another high and pushing myself out of my safety box.

My attention landed on a few girls dancing on boxes set on the stage, fully into the force of the music, letting their bodies swing and swivel to the beats, birds flying free of their cage.

I craved that.

“I mean, my choice can’t be the choice of restaurant, and for yours you make me dance in a strip club or something.”

“Guess we’ll see, won’t we?”

It wasn’t a strip club, but for me it was still forcing myself far out of my boundaries. Without overthinking, I moved across the room to the stage, climbing the steps. The group of girls moved over, pulling me up to join them.

Eyes sizzled into me. Judgment and fear nipped the back of my neck.

Don’t think, just move, I demanded myself, trying to shut off the part that was screeching for me to jump down and hide in the bathroom. I wasn’t a dancer or even someone who liked the attention on me, but for some reason, I needed to do this.

“Come on, girl.” A brunette nudged me, smiling. “Let go. It’s powerful to be up here. It’s not about them. Just you.”

Nodding, I closed my lids, blocking them out. Letting the music take me, my hips started swinging, my hands sliding down my frame, through my hair, my body dipping and moving to the beat. When I lifted my lashes, the stage lights blinded me of any faces beyond, giving me more freedom and buzz to let go.

The girl was right; something about being up here was powerful. Commanding. Sexy. A performance for an audience who could not touch.

Never in a million years would I have done this before. I was the wallflower at parties and hated clubs and was so scared and fearful of what people would think of me—strangers, friends, myself. I closed myself off because it was safe and comfortable.

By no means would this be a regular thing for me, but for one night, where no one knew who I was, in a city that oozed sex and mystery, I wanted to be free. Be another version of myself. Curving and swirling to the haunting melody, I felt the energy of the room, the seduction, the high of a lot of attention on me.

The song ended and giving a nod to my dancing companions, I jumped down, descending the steps to the floor.

“Dammnnn… you were smoking hot up there.” A blond guy touched my arm, his eyes moving hungrily over me.

“Thanks.” I smiled shyly, moving past him, searching for Smith, curious if he had been watching me.

Halfway through the room, my gaze caught on him, my legs halting.

His expression burned into me from across the room. Ferocious. Raw. Feral.

This man was everything a woman desired. A guy from a book or movie.

And I wanted him.

Damn.

Guilt balled in my stomach, but it didn’t take away the honest truth raining down on me. I wanted him like nothing I’d ever wanted before, and I couldn’t have him.

Our eyes locked on each other, blurring everything outside of us. I felt bare, exposed, open. And for the first time in my life, I didn’t try to hide. Hunger. Desire. Longing. The feelings weaved in and out of the music, winding around, pulling us closer.

Something flickered in his eyes, his chest pulling in a deep breath, his feet moving until they hit mine, his massive body looming over mine. He set the drinks on a table next to me, his gaze never leaving mine.

“Not a stripper pole, but…”

“Kinsley…” Fuck me, his voice really was orgasm worthy. “You have no idea how amazing you looked up there… what I wanted to—” He stopped himself, pain flickering across his face, his voice going low. “Fuck.” His fingers tangled through the ends of my hair, our desire thumping at the seams.

Kins, you can’t. Not after what you know. It’s wrong.

“We went at it in his truck. I still fantasize about that night. Best sex of my life.”My sister’s words chirped in my ear.

“What?” His husky timbre dragged roughly over my skin.

My mouth opened, but no words tumbled out.

“Say it.” He moved in even closer, his body bumping against mine.

“You slept with my sister.” My cheeks burned with the blatant statement, knowing my jealousy was showing.

“Once,” he rumbled. “Nine years ago. Not at all memorable, and I knew right after I shouldn’t have.”

Ouch. Kasey still thought of that as the best night she’d ever had.

“Doesn’t matter.” I swallowed, his nearness making my voice wispy. “She’s my sister.”

“If you feel that way, then why do you care, Kinsley?” He inched closer, his tone challenging, like he was trying to make me admit something. “Why does it matter if I slept with her or dozens of other women? Because I have.”

“Good for you. Want a medal?” Fury bust out of my mouth, grounding my features in a scowl.

“I want to know why you care.”

“I don’t.”

His fingers gripped my chin roughly, sliding back into my hair. “Lie.” His grasp parted my mouth, a violent throb running down my torso to my thighs.

“I thought you were neither jealous nor cared who I fucked.” The last word plunged through my body, forcing me to crush my teeth together.

“I don’t.”

“Trying to lie to me or yourself?”

“Fuck you,” I seethed, trying to yank my head from his hold, but he dug in harder, sparking pain and pleasure like fireworks.

“Finally, something true,” he rumbled, tipping my head back, his physique pressed into mine. “Tell me why my being with your sister a million years ago bothers you?”

“It doe—”

“No.” He sensed the excuse spitting from my tongue. “Tell me.”

I snarled at him. “I hate you.”

He chucked darkly. “The fact I feel your nipples rubbing against me tells me different… and I can guarantee if I slipped my fingers under this dress…” The tips brushed at the hem, ghosting my thigh. “I’d find you so fucking drenched.” His fingers tugged on the fabric. “Should I test my theory, Kins? Is your pussy wet? Craving me?”

Every word only made me more so, while also sprouting anger from me, flaring my nose. My rage seemed to encourage him, his hand moving down to my throat, wrapping around my neck.

“Why, Kinsley?” His thumb ran up, pushing against my pulse. It hammered against his skin, sweat trickling down my back.

“Because…” I couldn’t stop myself from curving into him. “She’s my sister.”

“And if I slept with her.” His mouth barely a breath from mine. “Then I can’t sleep with you.”

Bull’s-eye. The arrow of truth punctured my chest.

A slow smirk hitched the side of his mouth, knowing he hit the target. “Did I get it right, Baby K?” He knew he did. He just wanted me to say it, and using that pet name only infuriated me more.

I lifted my chin, sawing my jaw together, glaring at him.

“If it makes you feel better, I wouldn’t sleep with you.” He growled, clutching down harder. I couldn’t fight the disappointment. The rejection humiliating me.

“Let go of me,” I snarled. “Now.”

He dropped his hand, and I started to move toward the dance floor.

“Where are you going?”

“Looking for a douchebag who will.”

“Kinsley.” My name rumbled like a tremor, warning of a big earthquake coming. I ignored him, my sight set on a group of men hovering by the stage. Young, drunk, and sadly, I wasn’t interested in any of them, but it no longer mattered.

“Kinsley!” Smith’s voice bit into my ear, his fingers seizing my elbow, getting the notice from the group of guys. I smiled coyly at them, not really caring which one. Shaking his grip, I waved at the one who called me hot earlier, the blond guy, his lust-filled eyes still raking over me with blatant interest. “I swear I will…”

“What?” I flipped to Smith, my arms flying out. “What will you do?”

He sucked in through his nose, saying nothing.

“Exactly. Nothing. You made your position clear. I am young, single, and have every right to sleep with whomever I want. All of them if I decided. You are not my brother, my dad, or my bodyguard. Go back to the bar and play with the women there adding to your hundreds if not thousands. Let me have the fun you supposedly think I should be having.”

I whipped back around, heading for a guy who looked like I’d find a more interesting conversation with a lamppost.

“Not with any one of them.” Smith clutched my arm again, yanking me back to him.

“Not one. All of them,” I sneered in his face.

“Hey?” The blond kid was suddenly there. “Is this guy bothering you?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck off.” Smith and I spoke at the same time.

“Uhhh.” The guy looked at me. He was at least six inches shorter than Smith and had an average body. He was no match. But he tried to puff up. “The lady said to back off.”

“No, she didn’t.” Smith stared intensely at me.

“Back. Off.” My lids narrowed in challenge.

“Is that really what you want?” He curved an eyebrow, doubting my request.

“I’m just a little sister to you, right?” I wanted to push him like he had pushed me, my ire bubbling out.

“I didn’t say that.” Smith pinched the space between his brow with his free hand.

“Close enough.”

“No, not even remotely. You have no idea, Kins.” He shook his head. “Don’t fucking push me.”

“You can’t keep me pinned up, keep all men away, while you preach about me living my life. Let me go have fun with…” I motioned to the guy.

“James.”

“John here.”

“James.”

“Whatever.” I flipped my hand in annoyance.

A deep growl came from Smith, his muscles twitching.

“Have a good night. I will see you tomorrow.” I went to turn, but Smith didn’t loosen his hold. I sighed, peering up at him. “Let go.”

“No.” His face was stone, his eyes pleading with me.

“Good night, Smith.” I jerked my arm free, turning for the guy. John-James’s smile widened. Then in a blink, it vanished, his eyes growing wide.

An arm wrapped around my stomach, and like the night at the bonfire party, my body went into the air, Smith chucking me over his shoulder, my short dress not covering my ass.

“Smith!” I yelled as he stomped for the door, pushing through the crowd, his hand moving to flatten the skirt on my butt, covering it from view. “Put me down!” I hit his back, but it did nothing to deter him.

People gaped and pointed as he shoved us outside, catcalls and whistles cutting through the air. He grunted, his hand sliding lower to make sure my knickers weren’t on display. The heat of his palm did things to me it shouldn’t.

“Hey, asshole!” He ignored me. “Alpha dickhead! Let! Me! Down!” I bellowed. He hitched me up higher, turning down a narrow dark alley, the smell of food from the back kitchens overpowering the smell of trash and dank stone. Halfway down, he stopped, sliding me down his frame.

The moment my feet touched the pavement, he shoved me into the brick wall, his physique engulfing mine, giving me no space. My lungs expanded, fear and a thrill quivered my muscles.

He pushed in closer, his thigh going between my legs, pinning me into the wall, his thick erection pulsing into me as one hand clutched my hip. The other slid through my hair, twisting into the locks. His eyes burned with rage and intensity.

“What the hell are you doing to me?” A nerve in his jaw twitched, his gaze shifting over my face wildly like at any moment he would snap. “Seeing you dance like that. Fuck. You trying to kill me? To shred my last bit of sanity and logic?” His hand dug into my skin harder. “Of all people… why you?” He snarled, tugging on strands of my hair, launching shivers down my scalp to my throbbing pussy.

Not moving or speaking, my chest heaved against his, tightening my breasts every time they scraped across his muscular torso, my head dizzy with need.

“Do you know why I didn’t kiss you the other night?” He yanked my head, tilting my face up to his, his frame crushing mine.

I shook my head, my locks tugging in his grip, forming a moan in the back of my throat.

“Because I knew if I did, I would never stop.” Fury spit out each word like an accusation. “I shouldn’t want you. I can’t have you… but I crave you like a fucking drug.” His hand curved over my hip, running past the hem of my dress to my thigh. The feel of his cock pressed into me, causing me to suck in my breath. Oh god. “I was all set to leave that next morning… but I didn’t. I couldn’t fuckin’ walk away from you. You make me weak. Something I told myself I’d never be again.”

“I don’t make you weak,” I seethed through my teeth, my tone violent as my hips tipped into his, needing him so bad it ached. He shot his gaze into mine, both of us breathing wearily.

I challenge you.

His nose flared as if he knew exactly what I was thinking.

“We shouldn’t do this,” he claimed but didn’t move away, his hand gliding up my bare thigh to my ass.

I arched more, my hips rolling into him, feeling him pulse and harden. A noise moved up my throat; I was unable able to stop my hips from opening.

Needing. Wanting.

I could no longer think. All the complications evaporated from my mind.

Primal.

Basic.

Running on need and want.

We stared at each other, the air between us tangible with desire. I was pulsing, hot, and wet. A guttural noise quaked his chest, and I knew he could feel it too.

We should have walked away right now. Done the responsible, right thing.

“Fuck it.” Desire stormed his expression. The barrier we’d tried to build between us shattered into pieces. His hands dropped from my hips, curving around my jaw forcefully, growling deeply as his mouth crashed into mine. The moment our lips met, searing hot desire rushed through my torso and between my thighs. His mouth was desperate and demanding. His tongue slipped past my lips and an embarrassing moan broke from my throat.

Holy shit.I wasn’t the type who made breathy porn noises, something I found awkward and put on.

With Smith? Oh. My. God.

My mouth claimed his deeper. Hunger and desperation rolled up my legs, my hands moving to his insane body pulling him closer to me. Snaking up his shirt, my fingers explored every inch of his torso. I pinched his nipple like he did mine the other night.

Smith reacted instantly, a rumble echoed in his throat as he picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, my back smashing up against the brick wall. Our breaths were ragged and needy.

“Fuck.” He grunted, nipping at my lower lip, his hips rolling into mine, stimulating every nerve in my body. I wanted him. Now. “I knew if I started, I’d never want to stop.” His hand pushed up my dress past my hips.

“Thought you said you wouldn’t sleep with me.” I gasped as his teeth dragged down my neck, his fingers nudged under the fabric of my underwear.

A chuckle vibrated in his throat. “I said sleep… We’re not going to be sleeping.” His fingers rubbed my folds before sinking in.

“Oh fuck.” My head fell back against the wall.

“Shhiiitt,” he hissed. “We should stop now.”

“What?” I exclaimed. “No.”

He grinned darkly. “I meant get back to the hotel before I fuck you in this alleyway.”

“No.” I squeezed against his fingers, causing him to moan. “Here.”

“Here?”

I nodded, my body moving against him.

His gaze locked on to mine, sparking with hunger.

“You like it. Just like at the bar… knowing we could be caught. Them watching me fuck you?”

“Yes.” A thrill zinged up my spine, my hands going to his jeans. I had never thought about having sex in public, ever. But Smith brought out this other side of me. The one who wanted to be impulsive, wild, and feel everything without embarrassment or fear. Dance out of my box.

A rumble came from him, his mouth claiming mine again. His kiss alone could make me orgasm.

Popping the buttons of his jeans, I shoved them over his hips, tugging at his boxer-briefs. The tip was already wet. My hand gripped his massive size, rubbing down his length. Shit, he was huge.

A hiss tore from his teeth as he bit down on the curve of my neck. My lips parted with a gasp.

Voices and laughter down the lane drew my attention for a moment to the groups of people crowding the street, moving between venues in this hot night. The few stopping at the opening of the alley way talking heightening the thrill.

My hand worked him, rubbing the tip, loving the thrill rushing into my veins that people were so close and unaware.

“If we were smart, we would stop now. Walk away from each other,” he croaked, his fingers moving in deep and faster, pumping air frantically from my lungs.

My legs gripped his hips tighter, dreading the idea of him actually stopping.

“Good thing we are not smart.” I gripped his face, covering his lips with mine, kissing him with everything I had, surging with desire.

“Kins…” My name came out frantic, the fabric of my knickers sliding down, every touch tantalizing, forming more energy between us. “We need to stop. I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on birth control and clean.” I never had unprotected sex. I was always responsible and sane enough to stop before. The idea of stopping was impossible with Smith.

“I have only been unprotected with one person.” Becca. “Checked frequently. Totally clean.”

My response was to kiss him, sucking on his lower lip. He groaned loudly, gripping himself.

“I wanted to take my time and taste you.”

“Next time.”

“Like the way you think.” His cock pressed into my opening, dropping my mouth. My lungs froze with anticipation.

This was happening. I was going to have sex with Smith Blackburn. The Smug Bastard himself. The guy I used to hate. Here in a dirty alley. And I loved that it was totally different from anything I had done before.

I wanted him inside me so badly I couldn’t think; the feel of him there had me desperate and needy.

“Smith…”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you.”

“No, say it. I want to hear the truth. Even if it makes you blush.”

I tried to buck my hips to move him inside me, but he pinned my arms back, tipping away from me.

“Say it.”

The devil on my shoulder took over my mouth, desperation making me claw at his skin. “Fuck me. Hard. Brutal. I want you so deep inside me I can’t breathe.”

He cursed under his breath and thrust into me, ripping the air from my lungs. His size filling me so much I thought I was going to shatter in half. The slight pain flipped quickly to pure unbelievable pleasure.

Oh. Holy. Fuck.

“Fuck. Kins.” He groaned so loud, people walking by looked down the alley. “You feel so good… Shit. Fuck.… way too fucking good.” He pulled back and drove in again, splitting a cry from me.

Feeling him sliding into me had my eyes rolling back; air locked in my chest. This felt unreal. The sensation so overwhelming and powerful, it tossed everything in my safe world on its head. My body reacted on instinct. Rolling and pushing against him in desperation.

“Oh god, Smith.” My fingers dug into his scalp, tugging on his hair, only building more frantic need between us. “More. Harder.”

“Jesus… your pussy… is so tight. Perfect. I never want to stop fucking you… being inside you.”

“Don’t.”

He gripped my hips, tipping me so he went in even deeper and harder.

We both moaned, swearing and grunting.

The girl who would have judged people screwing in an alley was shattered into a thousand pieces, breaking the monster underneath loose.

I became untamed and feral. My nails raked down his back and shoulders, the brick of the building tearing into my flesh as he drove into me. Our mouths bit; our hands clawed.

With every thrust I could feel my climax coming. I didn’t want this to end, but at the same time, I chased the sensation like a scavenger.

He picked up his tempo, my spine scraping against the wall. I loved he wasn’t gentle, both of us so blinded by lust we wanted to rip into each other. I wanted it wild and rough. To the point pain and pleasure mixed into one.

My pussy tightened around him, causing a strangled cry from his throat.

“Oh god… don’t stop.” My teeth bit down on his lip as I felt it rushing for me.

“Come for me.” He reached down, his thumb rubbing against my clit.

An explosion popped behind my lids as I cried out, clenching and pulsing around him.

“Fuuucck.” His hips hit deeper, pumping a few more times until I felt him release inside me, shuttering my body in another orgasm. My mouth opened, but nothing came out as euphoria filled my veins, riding the last moment of the high before I slowly started to come back down.

I thought I had an orgasm before, but I was wrong. Nothing in my life compared to this, certainly no man I had been with before. Not even the rush of jumping off the bridge could challenge this.

“Holy shit,” I whispered, gulping in breaths.

Smith placed his hands on the wall behind my head like he couldn’t keep himself upright, sucking in.

“Was that normal?” I leaned against the brick.

His gaze lifted to mine for a moment, then his mouth took mine so hungrily I felt him stir inside me, sparking desire through me again. How the hell was it possible?

He tipped back enough to look at me again.

“No.” His Adam’s apple bobbed, his hands going to my hips. He pulled out, setting me back on my feet, tucking himself back into his pants. Something in my chest fluttered with panic. Still throbbing from my release, I wanted him to be back inside me, filling me again.

He clasped my arms, peering at the ground, inhaling and exhaling deeply.

Shit. Would things turn awkward now? Would he regret it? Tell me it was a mistake.

When his head rose, his blue eyes burned with passion. “We get back to the hotel now or I’m fucking you in this alley again.”

Desire flamed through my chest and up to my cheeks. “Race you.” I grinned before darting out toward the street, his footsteps pounding the pavement behind me.

The hotel was more than a ten-minute walk.

We made it in six.

?

My lids lifted, the night still coating the room in darkness, confusion on where I was stumbled my mind for a few moments until I felt warm skin brush against my ass, twisting me over onto my stomach.

Smith slept on his back, one leg bent, bumping into me, his arms tucked under his pillow, his face relaxed and peaceful, but his scars and tattoos still caused him to look dangerous and rugged.

The sheet barely covered him, making me bite my lip, the need to run my hands and tongue over every inch of him, tracing his tattoos and discovering all his scars, tingled my body. One scar I found on his lower stomach, jagged and long, had me curious about how he got it.

He was hot as hell. And I had sex with him. Twice now.

When we got back to my room, he flung me on the bed and was between my legs in a blink. We took a little more time discovering each other, but once again need took over, and he had me screaming his name so loud it was embarrassing. It was intense and fierce, and we passed out right after.

Scarcely two hours of sleep and my body was awake and wanting more. He woke something in me. Turned me into a fiend in a second.

To all the women I judged for being obsessed with him before, the fact Angie and Kasey still claim him as their best ever, I’m sorry.

I. Get. It.

Holy shit, do I get it.

“Just wait, Kins. One day a guy is going to make you lose all sense.”

I sighed, rubbing at my head, hearing my sister’s words come back to haunt me.

Kasey.

Dammit.

There was guilt, but not enough for me to even think about stopping, which was what made me feel horrible. Kasey had been with him before, slept with him, put her claim on him. She was my sister, and I completely betrayed her.

Scouring my face, I grunted under my breath.

“Don’t.” A palm slid across my ass, trailing over my skin.

My head jerked up to him. He rolled on his side, tucking one hand under his head.

“I can see the doubt creeping in. The voices starting to whisper in your ear.” His hand caressed my ass, stopping at the top of the gap. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“My sister.”

He dipped down the crevice, halting my breath, before he dragged his fingers back up. They grazed up to my back, his brow furrowing at the scraps and cuts across my back from the brick wall. “Do they hurt?”

“I’m fine.” I grinned. “War wounds.”

He snorted, tracing each one.

“Your sister has no say or right on me or what you do.” He rubbed softly over my skin, his hand going back down and pausing at the old nettle wounds still marking my skin. My entire backside was a journal, reminding me of what I had done on this trip. “Was that our first night together? And I was already in trouble. You know how hard it was to have my hands on this ass and walk away?”

I knew. Though I really tried to deny it then.

“But when I walked the line…” His fingers gliding over one cheek, dipping between them like he did the first night, this time following the crevasse farther, his fingers grazing my folds. My legs instantly parted for him, feeling needy and wet. “You hadn’t stopped me.”

I hadn’t.

“Would you have let me do this?” His thumb rubbed against the rear hole as his finger slipped inside me. “Or this?” His thumb pushed in.

“Oh god.” My neck dropped back, the sensation blasting through me. I gasped as he forced in deeper, my nails digging into the bed as my back curved.

Another thing I had never wanted anyone touching. Reading books or hearing Sadie talk about it, I would shake my head. Not for me.

Shit, Smith was turning me into a liar.

“Funny you come across as uptight, but you aren’t at all.” He moved in closer, muttering huskily in my ear. Pumping into me, the movement dragging me over the sheets, turning every nerve to fire. “You are so responsive, so fucking sexy… makes me wonder how dirty I can get you.”

“Do it.” I didn’t care if I crossed every line; I never thought I would, as long as he continued to make me feel this incredible.

A rumble came from him, pulling his hand away from me.

“Get on your knees. Grip the headboard,” he directed.

I moved quickly, my palms rolling over the wood frame. His body moved behind mine, his hands gliding down my sides, tugging my ass out farther, parting my legs.

“I’ve wanted to do this far longer than I’d ever admit.” His nose ran up between my ass, his words murmuring against my sex, his teeth scraping my inner thigh, before I felt his tongue lick through me.

“Ooooohhh godddd,” I moaned, pushing back into him. I felt him chuckle at my neediness, his tongue exploring deeper.

Sounds I never even heard an animal make huffed and cried through the air as he started to devour me like he needed this to live.

“You taste so fucking good. Jesus, Kins… I’m never gonna get enough.” He added in his fingers, his lips sucking and tugging on me.

Whimpers and screams tore from my throat. A neighbor pounded on the wall, but I didn’t care who heard us.

Every lick or nip shot me toward the cliff, my head already floating with bliss.

“Smith. Oh fuck,” I cried, my orgasm walking the line.

“Not yet.” He was loving tormenting me.

“Please…” I begged, my limbs quaking.

“You sure?”

“Yes!”

“No.”

“You bastard! I hate you.”

He snickered. Then as he bit down on my clit, his thumb pushed back into my ass, hitting the nerves.

Boom.

That was what it felt like inside—a bomb ripping through my senses, coloring the back of my lids as a howl echoed off the walls.

Shuttering and gasping, I felt him pull away, but I didn’t come down for a while more. Frozen by the extreme sensations running over my body like a horse race.

No words came to me that would describe that. Incredible, amazing, mind-blowing… none of them seemed to be enough.

“Jesus, Smith,” I croaked. He moved up behind me, his teeth nipping at my shoulder. Perspiration glided between my breasts and down my back, his tongue following the trail, lapping at my skin. I thought there would be no way I could go again anytime soon, but the feel of his hardness pressing between my ass, his hands cupping my breasts, his breath sliding over my skin, I heard myself moan again.

Insatiable.

That was how I felt with him. That I would never have enough.

“Hope you enjoyed your two-hour rest. It’s the only reprieve you will get tonight. I’m gonna fuck you all night. It’s been too long, and you feel too fucking unbelievable to not be inside you.”

A long time?I thought Becca was still in the picture?

Not giving me any time to think past that, he dragged himself through me before slamming into me, puffing air in my lungs. “Fuck. Smith!”

He tangled his hand in my hair, tugging it roughly back. “Sorry, I’m not going to go easy. I need you too fucking bad.”

“Don’t ever go easy. I want it all. Everything,” I challenged.

“Be careful what you ask for.” He growled in my ear before he yanked on my locks, thrusting so hard my eyes started to water. But I only wanted more.

His need dominated the room like he was possessed. As if it had been years, building up, and he finally snapped.

The bedframe cracked plaster off the wall, the sound of us was the only thing that filled the room. The man was a god in bed. I climaxed so hard I almost passed out, but he flipped me over, driving back into me.

The humidity outside and between us swelled so thick sweat dripped off us like raindrops. We broke for a moment, moving to shower, where he had me crying out again.

Stumbling out, our bodies wet and exhausted, he laid me back on the bed, discovering every inch of me with his mouth until we woke up our neighbors again.

We probably would have a million complaints. But for once I didn’t care. I let go, while Smith kept his promise to not give me any reprieve. Not that I complained one bit. I wanted it and more.

Our bodies finally gave out way after the sun rose.